“You know what I’m going to do?” Hank asked, his eyes twinkling. “What?” I asked. Hank ran toward the sparkling blue pool. He let out a yelp as he jumped in fully clothed. “Hey!” Mr. Yao called, but only with a fraction of his usual force. “You can’t jump into my pool with your clothes on!” “It’s not your pool anymore!” Hank called back. Mr. Yao opened his mouth to protest, then closed it.
